Chapter 551
I accused him of scheduling recreational activities.
I accused him of having spreadsheets for his spreadsheets.
I accused him of researching optimal sleeping positions.
His expression became increasingly flat while mine became increasingly delighted.
Eventually I stepped backward in front of him, walking while facing him, “Tell me something.”
He shook his head, “No.”
“Do you alphabetize things?”
He sighed, “No.”
I raised an eyebrow, “Books?”
He frowned, “No.”
I pointed at him, “Liar.”
His eyes narrowed.
I pointed harder, “You’re absolutely an alphabetizer.”
“Gianna.”
“Raphael.”
“Stop it.”
I smiled, “No.”
That was apparently the wrong answer because suddenly his hand shot out. Before I could react, his fingers closed around the neckline of my dress. A startled sound escaped me, one sharp tug as the world tilted and suddenly I was directly against him.
My breath caught.
Raphael’s hand left my neckline and settled firmly at my ass, holding me in place before I could stumble.
The teasing smile immediately disappeared from my face, his dark eyes locked onto mine, the wind lifted a few strands of my hair.
“Finished?” he asked quietly.
My heart completely forgot how to function, “No.”
A dangerous look appeared in his eyes. The same look he gave me when I broke up with him… Oh, that’s what this was.
I swallowed.
Very suddenly, continuing to annoy him felt significantly harder.
His hand squeezed my ass and pulled my body even closer to his if that was possible.
The waves rolled onto the shore behind us, the moonlight reflected across the lake.
And for one long moment, neither of us seemed interested in looking anywhere except at each other.
Raphael’s gaze dropped briefly to my mouth before returning to my eyes.
“Oh no,” I whispered.
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